Today the sun is shining, and tomorrow will be a balmy 11 degrees. Life returns. I went to a class at the Y! Just a bit of one, mostly to see my friends and thank them for the Get Well card they sent, signed, with personal get well messages, by a whole bunch of people including some I don’t even know. How sweet is that? They’re the nicest people in the world. It was very good to be back. When did I, who hated gym class at school and didn’t do a single sport, turn into a gym rat? When I started making friends there. The only reason.
But I knew if I actually exerted myself I’d get sick again; my lungs still hurt. So I just dabbled and went home. Am now not in bed but in my office, swaddled in blankets but upright. How did this happen? My friend Terry wrote to ask. I’m older than you are, she said, I’m sure I don’t eat as well and am not as fit, yet I don’t get sick nearly as often. Why is that? Very, very good question, Terry, I’d like to know the answer too. I will ask my doctor next time I see her. Right now, I’m grateful just to be sitting in a chair. Thank you, lord.
Incidentally, I found out on the scales at the Y that over the past week and a bit, I lost about four pounds. Try the amazing pneumonia diet! It removes your appetite and stops you drinking wine, hence miraculous weight loss. I tried a wee glass of merlot last night, but it still tastes terrible. Hope I get over that soon. Enough with the detox.
Last weekend, I missed a play I’d bought a ticket for at Canadian Stage – no one wanted my seat and I couldn’t go. But I can’t miss tomorrow night’s event. I gave my son two tickets to Seinfeld for Christmas – and he’s taking me!
No mention, notice, of the giant orange blowhole or his press conference yesterday, terrifying in its insanity. No, I will not bring it up.